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directed, " and go around to the back through the woods, in
case anybody comes out that way. Well go in the front."

The deputy named Monroe swung off his horse and
hitched it to a sapling by the road. The other men sat their
horses quietly. Monroe moved off through the woods over
the carpet of dry leaves, getting over the ground with a
long, cautious stride that scarcely made a rustle.

"He sure doesn't make any noise," Mr. Munn said.

The other man shook his head. " Naw," he rejoined, " he's
right light on his feet for a big man."

They watched the man in the woods out of sight, and
then could see him again when he crossed patches of open

**We better get on/' Mr. Munn said, aware, as he spoke,
of breaking a compulsion that would draw his gaze up into
the woods after that man who was treading so softly the dead
leaves In the moonlit spaces and in the shadows.

He and the man named Burke stopped at the corner of the
clearing and hitched their horses. They approached the
cabin. In the bright light that flooded the little clearing,
the separate logs of which the cabin was built, and even the
individual, small roughnesses of the chinking, seemed, some-
how, more clear and emphatic than in the full day. In that
light the limestone chimney was licked bone-white.

The deputy knocked on the door.

A noise of stirring preceded the question, muffled by sleep
and the walls, that came from someone within the cabin:
"Who's dare?"

14 Open up," the deputy said.

There was no answer. There was more stirring and a
smmd like low voices.

** We just want to ask you a question," Mr. Munn called out.

The ?oice from within said, "Fse come-en, boss." Then
the door swung open grudgingly and with a rasp of the
isinges that seemed, suddenly, loud A man stuck his head
put, a negro man, Mr. Munn remembered with surprise, see-
ing how paHsh that face looked in the moonlight